Warhammer: My Biological Father Emperor and My Demigod Brother

"Brother, please rest for now. I will take care of this place."

Aaron was somewhat surprised when that familiar voice echoed in his mind.

Because the owner of this voice is, Loka!

"To make a long story short, I obtained a sample of my mother's psychic energy from Chagatai. Peturabo's quadruple ring was also being improved, which is why we were able to make contact. It was truly a miracle."

Chapter 294 Luo Jia: My Performance Time (3K)

Behind Erda, the illusory, unformed light and shadow drifted down and took on a blurry human shape. Without touching it, it was difficult to tell whether it was actually a person.

Or perhaps it's simply light and shadow passing through the gaps in the sheer fabric, forming a suitable shape.

"Another bald guy," Erda muttered under her breath, cursing fate as a little bitch.

Just over ten minutes ago, Erda, looking worried, hoped that someone would step in and solve the problem.

She really didn't want to unleash a devastating storm of thunder, fire, and flood upon the land she had lived on for so long.

They tried to contact Anda again, but only received news that the latter was fighting against something to save Helios.

Until the increasingly boring Erda received a call from the future.

The initial psychic medium came from herself, and not from her future self, but from the power she had blessed Chagatai.

Is it that child who wants to help me?

Erda was delighted, but then a bald man appeared.

Objectively speaking, the child is quite handsome, and his robust physique is no less impressive than that of his brothers.

Unfortunately, he was still bald.

“I am Loka Aurelion, Mother, and I greet you. I beseech Chagatai to reveal the blessings you have bestowed upon him, so that he may find you in this long river of time.”

Loka calmly recounted that psychic power had already arrived beside Erda, holding a huge scepter called "Atonement".

“Can you tell me about the trouble you’ve been in? When my brother sees us, we’re usually going through something, so he can lend us a helping hand and get us out of trouble.”

Clearly, once Aaron is mentioned, the problem with the parents is easily solved.

In addition, since he was also bald, his mother would at least have some sense of familiarity when she saw him.

Therefore, Loka gained Erda's trust effortlessly.

At least for Erda, it was uncertain whether this was her son or not, but the sudden appearance of someone who could help her solve her current troubles was like a pillow being delivered when she was sleepy.

Erda sighed and recounted her suffering and torment.

Luo Jiaan bowed his head and said:

“Please open the door, I will argue with him.”

Erda felt a little more at ease, but Anda couldn't bring himself to responsibly tell himself that he would solve the problem.

But she couldn't help worrying and pressed Luo Jia to choose between thunderstorms and heavenly fire if he really couldn't hold back, as which would be easier to kill everyone.

It is not enough to generate some terrible evil beliefs, to treat oneself as an evil god.

Upon hearing this, Luo Jia simply chuckled softly:

"You are a priest of the sun god, so all of this is naturally the work of the sun god. What does it have to do with us?"

Erda burst into laughter; the child's cunning personality suited her perfectly!

She immediately instructed the last group of guards who were about to leave to prepare a sedan chair.

She wanted to tear that bitch apart head-on and see what kind of demon was stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

And so the scene that just happened occurred: the temple gates slowly opened, revealing a solitary black sedan chair with only a few guards beside it.

Facing the imposing army pressing in from the front was the magnificent and regal royal carriage.

"I will respond in your voice, so please wait patiently."

Luo Jia has already prepared a substitute player.

They're family, so what's the point of talking about rules?

Now, with his brother Aaron watching from below, he couldn't afford to embarrass himself by finding the medium from the past for the first time and attempting to reconnect.

The Queen Mother's laughter could be heard:

"You've finally come forward, Erda. Will the god you worship be able to protect you now?"

Erda looked at him with disdain; she had absolutely no respect for Helios.

Loka responded calmly, using her psionic powers to shape her voice into Erda's tone:

"The sun does not rise in the east and set in the west; it hangs high in our sky right now. If your only sin is to seek slaughter, then let our deaths prove your victory."

"Then the high-hanging sun will prove who the sinners are. Those who obey your sins, thinking themselves lost sheep, rushing about recklessly, are utterly foolish."

Luo Jia focused on only one issue: if you want to prove your correctness by killing us, doesn't that mean you have no other way to prove your correctness?

It's just killing someone to shut them up, who can't see through that trick?

If you ask this question, the demons behind the other party will definitely choose to engage in a verbal battle in order to argue and spread their faith.

In this way, armed conflict was temporarily avoided.

Sigh, it's just that the opponent isn't the Khorne demon, but the Nurgle faction. They're relatively straightforward, insisting on making you submit and accept their great, benevolent fatherly love.

However, Loka must also control the intensity of his language to avoid the other party being unable to argue with him and instead unleashing a plague, forcing the infected to suffer unbearable pain and thus follow the path of filth.

The awkwardness of a loving father lies here: even though He brought down the disaster, and people suffer and seek relief, they find that even death cannot save them.

Unable to bear it any longer, she turned to her loving father.

So, could this be considered his first confrontation with Nurgle, figuring out how much to squeeze his opponent's hemorrhoids to force him back without breaking them?

These abhorrent and distorted beliefs are by no means the truth.

Luo Jia had long since solidified his beliefs and was able to see through the illusions of the Chaos Gods.

Sure enough, the Queen Mother was in high spirits at this moment. If she could verbally humiliate and defeat Erda, she would gain a more valuable victory.

Killing everyone is the most basic method; the goal is to make them willingly submit.

Behind the curtain of the king's carriage, a fat demon phantom thrashed about, its massive belly slapping open, and its enormous tongue swirled and swallowed into its belly.

The deer raised its wet antlers, as if soaked by a heavy rain, and dripped from the cloth hanging from the antlers onto the carriage floor with a pattering sound.

Aaron looked closely and realized that it was just a maid who had accidentally spilled the wine she was serving.

Behind that curtain, there was still a perfectly good queen mother.

Was I the only one who could see the phantom of that demon?

Aaron tried to respond to Loga in his mind: "Behind the veil of the other side is a powerful demon, unlike any we've seen before. Almost the strongest of them all."

It wasn't Lorca who responded, but rather the delighted Erda:

"Ha, son, you're here too. That's right. I knew my son wouldn't just leave me in trouble."

"By the way, you don't need to worry about it. Just let your younger brother handle everything. You're still so young. Look how big your brother is. He's so well-mannered and reasonable in his speech and actions. Just stay here and watch."

With Aaron's endorsement, Erda was finally willing to completely believe that Loka was also her future son, and her tone of voice became much happier.

She just wanted the boss to keep an eye on things; she didn't want Aaron to come into contact with too many demons.

She and Luo Jia, mother and daughter, are enough.

The Queen Mother has already spoken:

"Since that's the case, I'll make you die with a clear conscience. What are you gods? You're nothing but inferior gods, lowly descendants of the true mother goddess's son, who have stolen the authority of their fathers."

“The Mother Goddess Gaia is the true God, the Mother of all things. She can bestow gifts equally upon all gods and mankind. But only your false gods have stolen the Heavenly Palace, while mankind is forced to be born, grow old, get sick, and die, and is manipulated by the vicissitudes of fate.”

"My people, are you really going to accept the absurdity of entrusting all of life's difficulties to thrown stones? The false god is just enjoying watching you struggle!"

"The true Mother Goddess loves everyone! You need not suffer or be lost. As long as you accept the Mother Goddess's love, you will enjoy the same treatment as the gods! We will live in the Mother Goddess's garden, without worrying about any changes in the future, because time and fate have stopped for us!"

"Mortal, when you no longer fear the future, will you still worry about your life today?"

The Queen Mother's words were indeed persuasive, and the conditions she offered were very attractive.

It is conceivable that Gaia, the "mother goddess," not only represents the origin of all gods, but also the mother of all living beings in the world.

So how could mortals not be moved by this mother's willingness to love all gods and all living beings equally?

They even make mental preparations, willing to pay any price for this love.

Yes, not having to fear future changes means that we can squander the present moment as we please.

From this perspective, the various examples in mythology of seeking divine pronouncements from the current Olympian gods and the stories that clearly suggest the gods are playing pranks, thus bringing calamities upon mortals.

By comparing the two, it is clear which is superior and which is inferior, and the winner can be determined.

Luo Jia pondered with great interest:

"Mother, who made up these myths and legends? Why do the people here portray their gods in such a way, and in such a terrible way?"

These arguments are not difficult to refute, but Loka is genuinely curious and wants to understand why early civilizations would create images of "gods" with negative personalities or even those who have committed obviously shameful acts.

Erda felt ashamed and wanted to touch the tip of his nose and tell this son he was meeting for the first time.

Don't be so clever. If you figure out it was me, I'll be utterly humiliated.

Fortunately, Luo Jia wasn't fixated on that point, and it was best to refute the other party's viewpoint for now:

“If Gaia loved all her children, she would not have helped the son god kill the father god.”

"If all love were equal and uniform, some people would harbor resentment and hatred, and there would be no distribution according to work or income according to need."

"If everything in the world stagnates here, and the bad has no chance to become good, it will only get worse, making it difficult to control desires and causing people to act recklessly."

"Let the good suffer humiliation, watching day after day a future that cannot be changed."

"How can this be called 'love'? It's nothing but a false feast. As time goes by, we will eventually find that the delicacies in front of us are rotting bones and stinking maggots."

"If you reject the evolution of the future, then all the countless possibilities of your future life—love, glory, wealth—will vanish."

"Our God only gives revelation; whether to do it or not is the choice of each individual. But your God will truly guide you step by step and dictate your entire life."